im thinking that shoto has no idea how big he gets until you start fawning over it. like yeah heās tall super tall and thats cool but when he works out heās not doing it to show off its so he can keep fit and do his jobā¦ but then he starts to notice how youāre always asking him to carry big bags of rice n pasta when youāre shopping for groceries, how you always point to the jars on the top shelf even though you donāt usually need them.
nowadays when heās on top of you, youāll lock your ankles around his waist and dig your nails into his chest because itās so plush and soft when heās relaxed it helps ground you when youāve been going at it so longā¦ you moan louder when he crushes you and gush harder when his heavy thrusts pin you to the mattress. you like it when his arms wrap around your head and the veins pop from the pressure n then one day youāre panting underneath him, giggly and maybe delirious from the lack of air beneath his bedtimes and say. āso big sho, it hurts.ā
ādo you want me to stop?ā he pauses to shake out wet two toned hair and pushes up on his forearms, sweaty chest tacky as it pulls away from yours.
āno.ā you squeeze around him tighter, nails ripping into the straining muscle of his arms with crescent moons as you grown. āi said itā¦ i said it was big. not that i wanted you to stop.ā
i think thatās when he realises that you like how big heās gotten MHMHM
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